![]() ![]() I tell her that “I think that’s a lovely idea,” and we head up to my room. “Fuck yeah, I still have it,” I think to myself. We get to talking, normal stuff, asking lots about me and what I do, and after about 30 minutes of flirting and laughing and talking and drinking, she asks if I have a room, and if so if I want to go upstairs. She’s pretty enough, and I tell her I’d love to buy her a drink. Sitting and minding my own business, I’m approached by a beautiful brunette who asks if she can sit down next to me and if I have any interest in buying her a drink. But I was entertaining others, wound up spending too much time too late at night at the bar, and when I got back to my hotel I made the mistake of sitting down alone for one last drink at one of the bars downstairs on the casino floor. Not an unusual event for me in fact so not unusual that I normally come and go without touching a casino table or doing almost anything “Vegas” while I’m there. Cue mentally scarring story about the time a hooker revenge-shat in his hotel bathroom when he said he wasn’t looking to pay for sex: ![]()
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